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Outside； in the end game； Arling moved to the left； and Shenk blocked him。
Arling moved to the right； and Shenk blocked him。
When Arling feinted to the right but moved to the left； Shenk blocked him。
With nowhere else to go； Arling backed under the portico and onto the front porch。
The door was open； as Shenk had left it。
Hoping against hope； Arlmg leaped across the threshold and knocked the door shut。
He tried to lock it。 I would not allow him to do so。
When he realized that the deadbolt was frozen； he leaned his weight against the door。
This was insufficient to stop Shenk。 He bulled inside。 Arling backed toward the stairs； until he bumped against the newel post。
Shenk closed the front door。
I locked it。
Grinning； testing the weight of the cleaver as he approached the old man； Shenk said； 'Baby make the music。 Little baby gonna make the wet music。'
Now I required only one camera to provide Susan with coverage of the incident。
Shenk closed to within six feet of Arling。 The old man said； 'Who are you？'
'Make me the blood music；' Shenk said； speaking not to Arling but either to himself or to the cleaver。
What a strange creature he was。
Inscrutable at times。 Less mysterious than he seemed but more plex than one would expect。
With the foyer camera； I did a slow zoom to a medium shot。
To Susan； I said； 'This will be a good lesson。'
I was not in any way controlling Shenk。 He was entirely free now to be himself； to do as he wished。
I could not have mitted the vicious deeds of which he was capable。 I would have shrunk from such brutality； so I had no choice but to release him to do his terrible work then take control of him again when he was finished。
Only Shenk； being Shenk； could teach Susan the lesson that she needed to learn。 Only the Enos Eugene Shenk who had earned the death sentence for his crimes against children could make Susan rethink her bull…headed resistance to my simple and reasonable desire to have a life in the flesh。
'This will be a good lesson；' I repeated。 'Discipline。' Then I saw that her eyes were closed。
She was shaking； and her eyes were tightly shut。
'Watch；' I instructed。 She disobeyed me。
Nothing new about that。
I could think of no way to make her open her eyes。
Her stubbornness angered me。
Arling cowered against the newel post； too weak to run farther。
Shenk loomed。
The brute's right arm swung high over his head。
The cutting edge of the cleaver sparkled。
'Wet music； wet music； wet music。'
Shenk was too close to miss。
Arling's scream would have curdled my blood if I'd had any blood to curdle。
Susan could close her eyes to the images on the television screen。 But she could not shut out sounds。
I amplified Fritz Arling's agonizing screams and pumped them through the music…system speakers in every room。 It was the sound of Hell at dinnertime； with demons feeding on souls。 The great house itself seemed to be screaming。
Because Shenk was Shenk； he did not kill Arling quickly。 Each chop was administered with finesse； to prolong the victim's suffering and Shenk's pleasure。
What frightful specimens the human species harbours。 Most of you are decent； of course； and kind and honourable and gentle etcetera； etcetera； etcetera。
Let's have no misunderstanding。
I am not maligning the human species。
Or even judging it。
I am certainly in no position to judge。 In the docket myself。 In this dark docket。
Besides； I am a non…judgemental entity。
I admire humanity。
After all； you created me。 You have the capacity for wondrous achievements。
But some of you give me pause。
Indeed。
So。 。 。
Arling's screams were a lesson to Susan。 Quite a lesson； an unforgettable learning experience。
However； she reacted to them more fiercely than I had expected。 She startled and then worried me。
At first she screamed in sympathy with her former employee； as though she could feel his pain。 She thrashed in her restraining ropes and tossed her head from side to side； until her golden hair was dark and lank with sweat。 She was full of terror and rage。 Her face was wrenched with anguish and fury； and not beautiful in the least。
I could barely tolerate looking at her。
Ms。 Winona Ryder had never looked this unappealing。
Nor Ms。 Gwyneth Paltrow。
Nor Ms。 Sandra Bullock。
Nor Ms。 Drew Barrymore。
Nor Ms。 Joanna Going； a fine actress of porcelain beauty； who just now es to mind。
Eventually Susan's shrill screams gave way to tears。 She sagged on the mattress； stopped struggling against her bonds； and sobbed with such fury that I feared for her more than I had when she'd been screaming。
A torrent of tears。 A flood。
She cried herself into exhaustion； and Fritz Arling's screams ended long before her weeping finally subsided into a strange bleak silence。
At last she lay with her eyes open； but she stared only at the ceiling。
I gazed down into her blue…grey eyes and could not read them any more than I could read Shenk's blood…filmed stare。 They were no longer as clear as rainwater but clouded。
For reasons that I could not grasp； she seemed more distant from me than she had ever been before。
I ardently wished that I were already in possession of a body with which I could lie atop her。 If only I could make love to her； I was certain that I could close this gap between us and forge the union of souls that I desired。
Soon。
Soon； my flesh。
TWENTY
'Susan？' I dared to say into her daunting silence。
She stared toward the ceiling and did not respond。
'Susan？'
I don't think she was looking at the ceiling； actually； but at something beyond。 As if she could see the summer sky。
Or the night still to e。
Because I did not fully understand her reaction to my attempt at discipline； I decided not to press conversation upon her but wait until she initiated it。
I am a patient entity。
While I waited； I reacquired control of Shenk。
In his killing frenzy； swept away by the 'wet music' that only he could hear； he had not realized that he was operating entirely of his own free will。
As he stood over Arling's mutilated corpse and felt me re…enter his brain； Shenk wailed briefly in regret at the surrender of his independence。 But he did not resist as before。
I sensed that he was willing to give up the struggle if there was a chance of being rewarded； from time to time； with such as Fritz Arling。 Not with a quick kill； like those he had mitted in his escape from Colorado or in the theft of the medical equipment that I required； but a slow and leisurely job of the kind he found most deeply satisfying。 He had enjoyed himself。
The brute repulsed me。
As if I would grant killing privileges as a regular reward to a thing like him。
As if I would countenance the termination of a human being in any but the most extraordinary emergencies。
The stupid beast did not understand me at all。 If this misapprehension of my nature and motives made him more pliable； however； he was free to put faith in it。 I ha